[Ishu]

December 17th, Chicago. Sewers #17.

He grunted, "You don't know what you're talking about- so keep your clouded judgements to yourself." Amante looked over at her, features stern as he stood up, "You'll only make yourself look like an idiot." He wasn't angry, not like she usually made him when she made remarks about other people, but it was more like he was giving advice.

Dusting himself off, he motioned to the end of the tunnel away from the dripping sounds. "I'm heading back. Are you done with your recon?" He didn't exactly like her, for her personality anyway, but he wasn't going to leave her alone in the dark... unless, of course, she wanted that.